Fox Trot Fridays
Thank the stars there's a day
each week to tuck in
the grief, lift your pearls, and
stride brush stride
quick-quick with a
heel-ball-toe. Smooth
as Nat King Cole's
slow satin smile,
easy as taking
one day at a time:
one man and
one woman,
rib to rib,
with no heartbreak in sight--
just the sweep of Paradise
and the space of a song
to count all the wonders in it.
by Rita Dove
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